Short Story #2 - The Hater Interview, Part 1
Hello friends and lovers!
We’re back with a second short story! I’ve been gearing up to enter a couple contests this month and am sharing some of the ones I did write during my drafting for ideas. These ideas became short stories, not ones I will be submitting, but ones I wanted to share with you all.
Enjoy part one!
I broke it up into two section. The first section below is the piece you read in my IG. If you want to move to the second part to read part 1 in its entirety, read past the second line.
Although the short story came alive from a prompt, the entire story is an original piece by Vivian Mae. All work on this website is copyrighted. There is adult language down below, this is your disclaimer if you do not like reading any type of “bad” word.
The school bell rang loudly, and my class is on the other side of campus. Frantically running through the thinning halls, I remember today is the day I’ll be paired up with my crush. Oh Max, I blushed, hoping the redness will die down by the time I reach my writing class. Today is the day we will be interviewing our partners. I swooned at the thought.
“Ms. Cara!”
Busted, I thought as I ran through the door, stopping dead in my tracks. “SHIT!” I said aloud as I saw everyone paired up. My crush paired up with...
“Language young lady, you don’t want me to call your parents again, do you?”
“No ma’am. Sorry,” I apologized quickly as I walked to my seat.
“Good. You’ll be paired with Andy. Now hurry and sit down, before I decide to send you to the principal’s office.”
Quietly I obeyed and was utterly annoyed. To be paired with Andy couldn’t be more of a nightmare situation for me. That fucking asshat, egotistical waste of a human being. As I sat down, he smirked, hiding a belly laugh that could burst at any moment, at my expense.
He leaned in the moment I sat down, “It’s your lucky break. You’re stuck with me,” he proudly said.
“Ugh, don’t make me puke. I know all about you, Andy. So cut the crap.”
His eyebrow arched as he stared at me. His semi charming eyes looked furiously deep into mine. The curve of his smile softened up his face. And he winked. Ugh, it was disgusting. I shuddered at his cringe worthy wink.
“Keep those to yourself, creep,” I said as I shoved my hand in his face.
He smirked like any arrogant self-loathing asshole would. I won’t fall into his devilish traps and I could see the gleam in his eye as if I’m his next victim. But it won’t happen with me. I’m sure of it.
“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath as I looked down at my notebook.
“Am I interrupting you, Ms. Cara? I’ll be happy to give you the floor, go on.”
I rolled my eyes as I tilted my head slightly back and answered, “no.”
“All right. Class go on and interview one another. One of you will present five facts about your partner to the class.”
I groaned quietly to myself at the thought of having to interview Andy. The classroom filled with chatter and screeching desks as each pair moved closer together.
Turning toward me, Andy scooted as close as he could and leaned in slowly.
“You seem to know enough about me. How about I interview you first,” he said in such a charming asshole kind of way.
“Sure, whatever I need to do to get rid of you. The sooner I’m done with you, the sooner I can leave.”
“Ouch, all right I can take a hint,” he said slightly backing up with his hands held up. Then he leaned in close to my ear to whisper, “but you’ll be begging to stick around me.” His voice was smooth, confident, and the whisper alone sent an uncalled-for tremble in my knees as his warm breath hit my ear. Why did he have that effect on me? I don’t even like him one bit. He’s such a piece of shit...
“What the fuck dude,” I said way too loud.
“That’s it, both of you are going to the principal’s office. Now!”
“Mrs. Winston, I didn’t do anything!” I exclaimed as I stood up from my desk.
“Now,” she barked as her index finger pointed to the door. “And your homework will be due tonight, straight to my email. Along with a detailed essay on your partner. If it’s not in my box by ten tonight, you’ll fail the entire assignment. Remember, that is thirty percent of your grade.”
I canned my auto response, because I was not about to earn myself detention or additional trips to the principal’s office with.... ugh, Andy. As we grabbed our things and walked out together, I looked over at Andy and caught him smiling from ear to ear.
“Now you’ve done it. Although, I think you are doing it on purpose to hang out with me. I know your type,” he teased.
I shoved his shoulder in anger, but he took it as a flirtatious move, unconvinced that I want nothing to do with him. How could I feel so riled up over someone I don’t know, yet despise? I despised him, because of the game he plays, the one where he rounds up a new girl every week. My best friend, Sammie was one of those casualties. However, the idiot doesn’t know that we’re best friends, because that is how short of a fling they had. She was completely crushed, and I was her shoulder to cry on for most of last summer. I’m very acquainted with him and his... endeavors.
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